XVIBy one of the loud streams, under a rock in the sun, with scented minty or thyme flowers near, they sat down to eat some lunch. It was about eleven o'clock. A thin bee went in and out the scented flowers and the eyebright. The water poured with all the lust and greed of unloosed water over the stones. He took a cupful for Hannele, bright and icy, and she mixed it with the red Hungarian wine.
Down the road strayed the tourists like pilgrims, and at the closed end of the valley they could be seen, quite tiny, climbing the cut– out road that went up like a stairway. Just by their movements you perceived them. But on the valley–bed they went like rolling stones, little as stones. A very elegant mule came stepping by, following a middle–aged woman in tweeds and a tall, high–browed man in kn
